Johnny Flynn - Barnacled Warship Chords & Tabs

Barnacled Warship Chords by Luke Williams
e-mail: will.c@Live.com.au

Please listen to the song for timing of chord switches, my chord placement is not 
in time with the lyrics, Ha. Ha. Ha.

Tuning: standard baby


      Am       C       G        Dm
Gotta get out, gotta shout, gotta sing
      F            F         F           G
Gotta dance, gotta jump, gotta run
Am                 C            G         Dm
Think I'll fight a war, I don't know what for
         F           F        F             G
But I'll learn when I get my gun



     Am     C          G        Dm        
Well I left home three days ago
  F        F       F      G
I feel like going to bed
Am       C            G         Dm  
Open book thoughts and a new religion
F       F         F        
Burning through my head
F      F         F       G
Burning through my head


Made my way with the fusiliers
I even fought my way back home
But the front line shifted and my rifle got lifted
Had to fight the war on my own

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Well I left home three days ago
I feel like going to bed
Water downtown gave me cold, cold fingers
And my feet were made of lead
My feet were made of lead


G             F             C
I'll just eat fruit on your doorstep
G               F            Am
I'll just drink pailfulls of rain
G         F         C
I'm but a barnacled warship
G           F         Am
Singing the fighter's refrain
G           F
Singing the fighter's


Am      C            G         Dm
Made my way with the Salvation Army
          F        F         F        G   
Take them on with a tambourine
Am               C                G       Dm
I'll strike down sinners like the old gunslingers
F          F            F        G
Smooth 'em out like margerine


Well I left home three days ago
I feel like going to bed
Open book thoughts and a new religion
Burning through my head
Burning through my head

Went to the gambling shop today
They had me five to one
Heard a voice behind me say
Put down the Bible and pick up your gun

Well I left home three days ago
I feel like going to bed
Water downtown gave me cold, cold fingers
And my feet were made of lead
My feet were made of lead

I'll just eat fruit on your doorstep
I'll just drink pailfulls of rain
I'm but a barnacled warship
Singing the fighter's refrain
Singing the fighter's